Monthly Archives: November 2018


The other day a friend posted how her husband hadn’t wanted the puppy they got, but is now in love with it. It reminded me of the first cat my kids had.


Since I was five years old, I’ve had a pet in the house. Cats, dogs, hamsters, a wild rabbit, bird. You name it, we had it. Of course the most common were the cats and dogs.

When I got married, one of the first ‘rules’ my husband made was, “There will be no cats in this house.”

That lasted until our oldest daughter was about two (and her big brother was almost seven). Her daddy was standing at the bathroom sink shaving when she came walking into the mobile home with her little hands cupped in front of her. (I’m not sure who helped her up the steps and into the house – not me.) She looked up at her daddy, “I want kitty, Daddy. Can I?” There in her hands was a tiny ball of beige fur that didn’t even have its eyes open yet.

Now we all know how daddies are about their baby girls. About eight weeks later, Dandylion came to live with us.

The first night, I’m not sure whether the cat wore the kids out or the kids wore the cat out, but after the kids went to bed, I missed the cat. My husband was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, and I asked, “Did the kids take that cat to bed with them?” “No.” I went over to the couch and there nestled in the crook of the elbow of Mr. “There will be no cats in this house,” was that little ball of beige fur sound asleep.

Dandy grew up to be one of the most beautiful cats I’ve ever seen. He was the tawny gold of a cougar with eyes the same color as his fur.

Unlike a lot of cats, Dandy loved to ride in the car. Open the car door and Dandy was in the back window.

We had him for about six years until he got into some poison some way. He was the first of four cats my kids had while their father and I were married.


“If I could give this book negative stars, I would. I’ve never read such a misogynist m/m romance in my life. The characters call women who go to drag queen shows “skanks” repeatedly and tell them they’re not welcome there repeatedly. I was willing to carry on even though I was pissed, but a couple chapters on and the characters were still bringing up “the skanks” who dared to go to a drag queen show.

I’m pretty sure the people who are putting on drag shows want as many people as possible to attend. Drag shows aren’t just for gay dudes.

The woman who wrote this book (a self-professed “Christian” great grandmother according to her description on Goodreads) clearly hates women. Hard pass for me. She’s on my blacklist. I don’t support misogynists. Good luck finding your very slim target audience of people who love m/m and hate women.”


I’ve been thinking about this review ever since I read it.

Obviously the reviewer cannot separate the author from the character. It was the characters who called the bachlorettes  who have their parties at gay bars (not just any women who attend drag shows) ‘skanks’. The gay men I know complain often about the behavior of women at these parties. The men go to a gay ‘bar’ (not a drag show) to be with other gay men. These women invade their territory and act like they belong there. They seem to think the gay men present are there for their pleasure.

As to the term ‘skanks’, that’s one of the milder names I’ve heard my friends call them.


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Tom is 23 and has been disowned by his father. Ken is 48, and after losing his partner of twenty-five years two years ago, is starting to think about finding someone to spend the rest of his life with. When they meet, each worries about the age difference. They first become friends, and over time, they find their common interests overshadow the age problem. Tom moves in with Ken and over Christmas learns what a loving family means.


Two weeks later, Ken pulled into Tom’s parking lot after the game and killed the engine. “Did you have a good time tonight?” “I did. Thanks for introducing me to a great bunch of guys.” Ken tilted his head to one side and frowned. “What’s that look for?” Tom asked. “Got something on your mind?” Ken took a deep breath. “I was just wondering what you’d do if I kissed you good night.” His heart beat a little faster in anticipation of Tom’s answer. “Uh….” Tom ducked his head and knitted his brows together. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.” He raised his head and looked at Ken.